Messinna Poem by Nancy Terrell

Messinna



MESSINA

In the 60's and 70's
I used to love to listen
to Loggins and Messina.

Huddled in a white wool afghan
I had knitted ten, pearled ten,
looking out of the glassed walls
in our house on Lovers Lane.

Soft harmonies filling the room
along with smoke and the smell of burning pine
I would listen and dream,
dream and listen.

Years later, in the Caribbean,
I was angry with my current live-in
and moved into an exotic hotel
space for the week-end.

Friday night, wanting to dance.
I walked into Cruz Bay
to a place they called World Headquarters,
drinking and grooving with everyone there
until a gorgeous man, a few years younger than I
asked me to dance.

I had felt his eyes all night.
But by then the band had finished.
The early am brought a DJ until dawn.
I was asked what I wanted to hear
and responded 'Loggins and Messina'.

We danced, drank, kissed and danced some more.
He insisted on taking me home.
I consented, but for some reason, long forgotten now,
would not let him stay.
More conservative than I thought

In the morning I awoke
still in my clothes and terribly hungover.
Opening the door to the bathroom, I saw a card
'I truly enjoyed the night. Call me.
I'm at Caneel Bay'

I didn't call, going back to my lover instead
never really thinking much about it until today.
Turning on the radio I smiled.
The 'oldies' were playing
'Keep Me in Mind' filled the air.

signed Jimmy Messina

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